Straightening Out Wrinkles Ch. 3: Mid week Deals
Meet at his office in the city. Suck him off under his desk while he talks on phone and has discussion with secretary. Sing contract to be his slut.
The call came on Tuesday just after I’d got in from work. Malcolm said to meet at 11o’clock sharp the next day. He gave the address of am office, his office, he was successful it was on an upper floor of a city block! I was told to, “Wear a business suit with silk panties, suspenders and stockings underneath. The dong is to be where it now lives!”
If I was late at all I’d suffer.
At 11:01 I turned up as ordered. The secretary nodded to me when I said I had an appointment, apparently I was expected. She buzzed through to Mr Janus, Malcolm. He says you’re late and you’ll have to wait. I sat on the lounge provided. After about fifteen minutes Mr Janus would see me and I was ushered through into his office.
He sat behind a large desk and stated we weren’t to be disturbed for the next 45 minutes.
I stood before the desk and waited until the door had closed and Malcolm spoke to me.
“You were late and I’d told you you’d suffer if you were late. Did you do it on purpose?” he asked
“Yes sir.” I replied. I’d never called him sir but it seemed right given the environment.
“I see!” he said, “Right strip down to your girly things and go through that door. Take a hold of the edge of the conference table and wait.”
I quickly shed my outer clothing and folded it up placing it upon his desk before going through the door indicated into a large conference room. The table was a long wooden affair with chairs all around it except for one space at the foot of the table opposite the door I’d entered through.
I grasped the edge of the table and stood there, waiting.
Soon I heard the door open and then close and could sense someone close behind me. It was Malcolm and he whispered menacingly in my ear, “You are a cheap slut. You need what you’re going to get and you’re going to get it regularly.”
With that he pushed me down against the table top so my arse was exposed. “Don’t you dare make a sound or let go of that table or I’ll take the hide off you!” He warned.
With that he pulled my panties down and stroked my exposed cheeks.
“After I’ve finished you might not want to sit down!”
Then he hit me, first on one cheek and then the other with a steel ruler. He beat my cheeks until I was gasping for air, tears were streaming down my face and I was close to screaming in agony.
For ten minutes the steady swish of thew ruler was followed by the cutting pain of steel against exposed and soon raw flesh. The dong was causing my guts to churn as I spasmed with each blow and even though I was soon most contrite my cock against all previous experience had become as hard as a rock.
Malcolm stopped and had me turn around. “Down on your knees slut.” He commanded. “Get it out and show me your gratitude for your correction.”
Through the snot and tears of my pain I pulled his immense cock out and swallowed him with real passion and gratitude. He was soon throbbing in my mouth but he pushed me away. “The next time you disobey me I’ll tie you down and take a whip to your sorry arse until you pass out!”
He turned around and walked through the door back to his office. “Get in here and earn your keep.” He ordered.
He was again seated behind his huge desk. “Get around here on your knees and swallow.”
I quickly slipped around the desk and under it as indicated. His trousers were open and his cock and balls were out in the open. As I sucked him into my mouth, licking my way towards his balls the phone rang.
“Don’t stop until I say so.” He warned.
I continued to gobble away at his fantastic cock. I was soon pushing my nose towards his pubes as he discussed personal issues on the telephone. Apparently Dave from the other night was on the other end of the line and he gave him a blow by blow description of what I was doing.
